But Jiang Rao didn't want the piece of meat he brought.

She hurried back with the tip of his chopsticks, while she put the pieces of meat in her bowl into his bowl, glanced around and no one noticed her, with a very small and very small voice, almost as if she was talking about her lips "I don't eat it."

"I am too fat."

"..."

Jiang Rao glanced down at her fake belly, raised her hand and touched it.

She firmly remembered that Jiang Youfu was a sick, slightly fat little mute.

Deep into the play, with a serious expression.

Rong Ting's dark eyes narrowed, seeing that she was serious and serious, a little smile appeared in his eyes.

A few tables apart, Liu Heguang and Xie Tongyan couldn't swallow the food on the table, one of them looked at Rong Ting's direction, and sneered: "That crippled and disabled person caused us to have no good food for a few days, and he actually changed his smile. So happy."

Another person said, "If it wasn't for seeing him, the father-in-law would not have advocated for the academy to take the lead in frugality."

"What an unlucky broom star, looking for opportunities, in exchange for teaching him the rules of the academy."

...

Jiang Rao used a lot of delicacies from the mountains and seas on weekdays. Occasionally, he was happy to eat rice. The small bowl quickly came to an end.

But if he eats this every day, let alone not being greasy, at least it will be detrimental to his leg injury recovery.

After putting the used tableware and chopsticks aside, she faced Rong Ting, wanting to ask a question.

Rong Ting had already finished his meal and looked at her silently.

Jiang Rao raised his eyes to speak, but he opened his lips and said, "Why are you so careless?"

Rong Ting raised his finger, tapped the corner of his lips, and gestured to Jiang Rao, "It's stained with rice."

If Jiang Rao was her usual person, she must be ashamed because of the rice grains on the corners of her mouth, which is really unsightly.

But today she is Jiang Youfu

Not only did he not feel ashamed, he rubbed the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to wipe off the grain of rice.

But nothing was glued to the back of the hand.

She rubbed it twice and nothing happened.

Looking for help turned to Rong Ting.

Where?

Rong Ting pursed the corners of his lips slightly, as if helpless, he stretched out his hand.

His fingertips touched her cheek, and the pulp of his finger was covered with a layer of calluses, and the joints were slender and clear.

Jiang Rao's face reflected in his pupils had nothing but makeup to cover up her true appearance.

But when he put his hand down.

The calloused fingers really stick to it

Grabbing a grain of rice, "This is it."

Jiang Rao didn't even know how she ate the rice grains up to the corner of her lips. She obviously ate slowly, but the evidence was stuck there, and she had to admit it.

Bowing his head, he realized with hindsight, his cheeks were a little blush, but fortunately, he was covered with thick makeup, and his face was not visible.

Rong Ting looked down at his fingertips.

The finger bones were visibly quivering and tense when they touched her cheek just now.

At this moment, a layer of crimson rose slightly behind his ears.

...

Jiang Rao wanted to know why the food in the academy was so bad, but after lunch, Rong Ting was called by a scholar to transcribe the isolated copy of the ancient book.

Jiang Rao was a little dissatisfied, she was waiting for Rong Ting's legs to recover, and she wanted to let him rest when he could rest.

But the matter of transcribing can be avoided without using the leg injury as an excuse.

Jiang Rao was dissatisfied, but she could only watch Rong Ting enter the study.

She wanted to help, but was stopped by the book boy and was not allowed to enter.

The door of the study creaked open at this moment, and a person walked out.

Huaiqing looked at Jiang Rao, paused for a moment, and then she was not wrong, but the name was a little awkward, "Jiang Gongzi, this servant has something to tell you."

...

Jiang Rao closed her eyebrows after listening to Huai Qing's words.

She had always thought that with Uncle Yan, Rong Ting couldn't stand bullying.

She was wrong.

Although Uncle Yan was the most famous scholar in the academy, he was used to it. He only saw books, and he didn't care if the students could eat well, sleep well, or whether they were bullied.

Unless someone stabs these things in front of him and says.

She is holding a small stick and writing on the ground

"I'll go ask my Uncle Yan."

She's going to be the one who stabs things right in front of his eyes.

She said why the food in the academy was so bad, it was because someone was making trouble.

When she left the courtyard where the study was located, several people entered the hospital and passed her by.

Jiang Rao passed by in a hurry, but one of them stopped lightly and looked back.

Looking at Jiang Rao's back, he was thoughtful.

The book boy beside him asked, "Sir, is that young master someone you know?"

Pei Songyu withdrew his gaze lightly, "Well."

He said, "The fourth master brought his adopted son into the academy today and said that I should take more care of him. It should be him."

At this time, Yu Yin also stopped learning, "Jiang Fourth Master has another adopted son?"

Pei Songyu nodded, "I just found out."

Yu Yinxue thought about it.

At noon today, he had seen this righteousness in the place where he was eating.

child side.

At that time, he was staying with Rong Ting.

...

"Ninth Highness, stay."

After Rong Ting finished copying the isolated book, Yu Yinxue quickly caught up with him when he was about to leave the study.

Although the attitude is not 100% respectful, compared to the hidden hatred and hostility in the front eyes, what is hidden in the eyes now is the desire to please.

He cupped his hands.

"Your Highness Ninth, I have something to ask you."

The last time he went to the old lady's birthday banquet in the Uncle Mansion, from the beginning to the end, he couldn't find a chance to talk to the fourth master of Jiang.

Nowadays, Fourth Master Jiang occasionally comes to teach a few classes of calligraphy and painting, but unfortunately he is not good at danqing. There are many students in the academy, so there is still no chance to talk to Fourth Master Jiang.

In the event of marriage, the parents only live, and the matchmaker only speaks. Whoever he wants to be his son-in-law is always right to please that person.

Rong Ting glanced at him.

The curved arc of the thin lips is said to be kind.

It's just that the eyes are cold and thin, and the smile is not a smile.

Yu Yinxue looked at this little junior brother whom he despised in the past, and was extremely reluctant to ask him about it.

His mother from a humble background couldn't find any way for him, and he had no other choice.

It's just that when he was asking for help, he inevitably changed his air of arrogance. He said it euphemistically and didn't go straight to the point, "Jiang Fourth Master has been teaching in the academy these days..."

Yu Yinxue wanted Rong Ting to help him introduce him.

This was originally something he planned to entrust to Pei Songyu, but today at noon, he saw that the dumb righteous son adopted by Jiang Siye accompanied Rong Ting to dinner, not Pei Songyu.

It is clear at a glance who has a better relationship with the Jiang family.

Yu Yinxue wasn't sure if Rong Ting would help him, but if he didn't help, it would be fine, he could go to Pei Songyu for help, "If the Ninth Highness encounters Fourth Master Jiang, or the Jiang family When the girl and the young master..."

"Brother."

Rong Ting interrupted him.

He blinked those fox-like eyes, but his pupils were covered by a thick fog, slightly cold and thin, making it difficult for people to see through his thoughts.

"Senior brother, don't worry, if there is that time, I will definitely say something nice to my brother."

Yu Yinxue was overjoyed.

Only then did he understand why Yan Nanxun said that Rong Ting was smart.

He was only halfway through what he had said, and he understood it all.

Exquisite mind, understand the language.

He was willing to help him regardless of his previous suspicions.

Yu Yinxue pondered secretly in his heart

Some are simply deceiving.

I was still a little despised in my heart, but I sincerely thanked me on my face, "Thank you, Your Highness Ninth."

Rong Ting slowly raised his eyes and glanced at him, gently

He laughed, "No need to thank you."

Yu Yinxue turned and left.

Little did he know that the gentle smile on the young man's face was more like the hook of a poisonous scorpion.

There is coldness hidden in the depths of his eyes, just like the tip of the tail of the scorpion, which is quenched with poison.

...

Yan Nan went out to buy books, but he was not in the academy and could only be found in the afternoon. Jiang Rao drooped his head and returned to the study. Seeing that someone was talking to Rong Ting, he stopped and waited.

It was not until Yu Yinxue left that she walked up to Rong Ting and wrote a few words on his palm, "Who is that person just now?"

It was the first time she saw him chatting with others for so long.

Rare.

Rong Ting looked down at the words she wrote.

The sight gradually sank.

When he raised his eyes, his expression seemed a little hesitant and hesitant.

Jiang Rao had some bad guesses in his heart when he saw his mood.

"What's up?"

Rong Ting was still hesitant to speak.

Jiang Rao frowned.

But not because he was bullied by the scholar just now but dared not say it.

Rong Ting hesitated, "I..."

As if there was something unspeakable.

Jiang Rao's heart fell.

Wouldn't she be guessed?

Rong Ting drooped his eyes, his long eyelashes drooped down, "If I say it, I'm afraid you will think I'm the kind of villain who criticizes others."

Jiang Rao shook his head decisively.

how could be?

Just for the friendship that was given to her with only a piece of meat left in his bowl, she believed him.

But there was a bit of worry in her eyes that she couldn't hide, for fear that it was really like what she had guessed.

Then his days in the academy were too difficult.

Rong Ting's thin lips ticked secretly, and the curvature was extremely small, making it difficult for anyone to notice.

The deep voice, still hesitant, was innocent.

"My senior brother is not a very good person."

"Opportunistic and rambunctious."